And that would be a shame. If you wish to get married, my fortune-cookie advice to the contrary, go ahead and get married and apply for the on-the-job training program.
Today is December 8, the 43rd anniversary of the sleety day in 1973 that Peggy and I met at the altar at Towson United Methodist Church and tied the knot. Jumped the broom, said "I do," took the plunge, exchanged rings.
Between the two of us, we were hardly a threat to the Fortune 500. We didn't have money for lottery ticket and raffles, but we did get our first couple of cars on chances...chances that finance companies took on us.
But you know what? Love will get you through times of not much money better than money will get you through times of no love.
Plus, Peggy was a good money manager and house keeper, and a remarkably loving wife and mate and best friend. I brought cooking skills, a love of purchasing and preparing groceries for consumption, and, of course, the ability to reach stuff way up on the top shelf, to the pairing. With her hard work as a legal assistant, she brought home a nice check, and with my work as a country radio deejay, I brought home a decent check and a veritable plethora of Conway Twitty records.
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| We were much younger when we got married |
And we made it and we had big fun and we never once went to sleep mad or forced the other to do dumb crap.
Maybe that's the best advice I can give to the Newlywed Class of December '16: Don't force the other person to do dumb crap.
We got married and we had no business doing so, at the ages of 22 and 19.
But that's the point! Getting married is not a business. It's a pleasure. Thank you for every day of it, Peggy!
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